Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 490 - 489: It’s Not You 1

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the box was slowly opened.

At that moment, a unique fragrance diffused, unlike any usual scent, possessing an essence that closely touched the soul. Just a gentle inhalation was enough to make one feel at ease, as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.

Especially the lingering scent after breathing it in, as if one had fallen asleep in a room filled with aromatherapy.

Yet this fragrance also exuded a touch of a familiar scent, sandalwood...

But it seemed not quite sandalwood, more like musk, but it went far beyond these two fragrances.

So unique, no wonder it’s called one of a kind in the world.

This scent also gives one a sense of relaxation.

"So soothing, this fragrance is really special."

"If you smell this every day, your mood would improve greatly."

Sherman Linden’s voice was trembling as he spoke excitedly, "It’s still the scent I smelled at the auction all those years ago. To be able to smell ’Irreplaceable’ in this lifetime, I would die without regrets, die without regrets!"

Listening to everyone’s praise, Tiana Thorne gently curved her lips, revealing two shallow dimples on her cheeks, then looked at Margarett Vance and softly said, "Miss Vance, now that your perfume has reappeared, fragrant and beloved by all, why don’t you tell us why you created this fragrance back then?"

Margarett Vance raised her eyes to look at Maxim Ford, her gaze gentle and soft, then turned to everyone, a smile on her lips, each word she uttered was filled with elegance.

"This is a perfume I created before turning eighteen. At the time, I thought, how wonderful it would be if youth could last forever, if men could forever remain in the prime of their lives, and if girls could always stay in their teenage years.

It’s a dream everyone has. Time flies, and no one can outrun it. If fragrance could exist forever in this world, it would prove that we were once young, beautiful, and handsome.

So, I devoted a year to perfumery, traveling across mountains and rivers, searching for nectar of countless flowers, even growing my own flowers, collecting morning dew from different seasons, living an isolated life from the world.

Ultimately, holding onto this belief, I created this perfume. It is my pride, and to me, it is the one and only perfume in this world."

As they smelled the fragrance, everyone seemed to enter her world, witnessing the effort she poured into creating this perfume.

A year of isolation from the world.

A year of trekking across mountains and rivers.

Being able to create such a bottle of perfume is truly remarkable, no wonder she is called a genius young perfumer; she indeed deserves the title of genius.

Everyone was immersed in it, as if smelling the fragrance, walking the paths Margarett Vance once walked, seeing the mountains, crossing the waters...

Suddenly, Tiana Thorne’s voice inappropriately interrupted everyone’s dream: "Miss Vance, are you sure you didn’t leave anything out?"

Margarett Vance paused, her gaze stopping on Tiana, then, a surge of anger welled up inside her: "Miss Thorne, do you always have to speak so sharply and sarcastically? If you haven’t experienced it yourself, walked so many paths, you can’t comprehend the difficulties involved."

Tiana Thorne didn’t take her remarks seriously at all, smiling with a teasing gaze: "So, this is the entire process of how Miss Vance created the perfume? You only mentioned the uniqueness of the fragrance, but neglected an important detail."

At her words, everyone was shocked.

What does she mean...

It seems like Miss Thorne knows more about this perfume than she does?

Impossible...

Margarett Vance looked at her, puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Tiana Thorne merely smiled lightly, then looked at Julian Ford, saying: "Mr. Ford, please keep the perfume safe, it is indeed the most precious perfume in the world."

Julian Ford: "Mm."

His husky voice seemed to seep out from his throat, incredibly seductive, paired with his stunningly handsome face, made Margarett Vance’s heart tremble, and suddenly, an ominous premonition arose in her heart.

After the perfume was put away, everyone’s eyes lingered on that exquisite box.

Tiana Thorne looked at her again, her gaze unwavering, with a hint of gunpowder, sparks flying as she meaningfully said: "Miss Vance, it’s not that you neglected this important aspect, but rather you don’t even know it yourself."

She had been pondering how to make Margarett Vance reveal her true self, now it seems, she found the way.

Everyone was shocked.

"Miss Thorne, please don’t make baseless accusations," Sherman Linden said angrily. He was a fan of this perfume, and hearing this, he trembled with anger.

Others were puzzled too: "Yes, Miss Thorne, you shouldn’t make such claims. Since Miss Vance didn’t mention it, it only proves that there is no overlooked aspect of this perfume. This isn’t a performance; you don’t need to theatrically add drama."

"How could a perfumer ignore all the details of the perfume she created?"

"Yes, Miss Thorne has been steering the narrative tonight, first saying Miss Vance couldn’t recreate the same perfume, and now claiming she overlooked a key point. Are you targeting Miss Vance?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Some people were getting anxious because her words were too tantalizing, making one eager to know more.

Margarett Vance curved her lips again, her smile softer, and said: "Perhaps Miss Thorne is also a perfume enthusiast, much like me. Actually, this isn’t a bad thing, it proves the charm of the perfume, and the fact that she likes this perfume so much is a form of recognition for me."

May Sloane finally couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Margarett Vance implying that Tiana is her fan???

Ugh!

Her brother is an icon, icons are icons themselves without any other idols.

Really a case of self-satisfaction.

Then she turned back to look at Tiana Thorne, her gaze deep, smile gentle: "Now the perfume has re-emerged, and I’ve stated my perfumery concept, perhaps this little interlude should come to an end? Miss Thorne, you must remember, tonight is Elsa’s showcase, and you are the spokesperson for Star Sky No.7 Water; I don’t want to steal the thunder, nor is there a need to have you promote my perfume. What’s most important now shouldn’t be assessing whether the quality of Elsa’s Star Sky No.3 Water has issues?"

These words were quite reasonable, in an instant, leaving Tiana Thorne utterly disgraced.

Margarett Vance was implying to everyone that Tiana Thorne was so desperate to be a spokesperson that she was talking about other perfumes at Elsa’s banquet; this wasn’t an obsession with perfume, but rather wanting to continue making money.

At the same time, exuding her grand and magnanimous demeanor of not competing with others.

The strangest part was, why didn’t Maxim Ford, the president of the event host Elsa, stop her?

"Miss Thorne, please introduce No.7 Water, after all..."

"What if I said, ’Irreplaceable’ wasn’t created by you?" Tiana Thorne interrupted her, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, yet carrying significant weight.